Therapy Bits

The heart once trembled,
like a bird caught in a storm—
every thought a restless wingbeat,
every silence an echo of fear.

But slowly,
through the hush of patient mornings,
a softer rhythm begins to rise.
The breath lengthens,
the ground steadies,
and the shadows loosen their hold.

I reach for light,
even if it flickers faintly,
and in that reaching
I find proof I am still here.

The body remembers—
how to rest,
how to trust,
how to return to the warmth
of a self once buried beneath sorrow.

Healing is not sudden.
It is a thread,
woven day by day,
into something strong enough
to carry me forward.

And forward I go,
step by gentle step,
no longer against the tide,
but with it.

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